Any story should start at the beginning, but since there really is no beginning to life, just a continuum of experiences or lives, I will begin in the year 1982. It was a period in time in which I was mildly dissatisfied with life.Life had been good, I had all the material things we needed or wanted, a house that was paid for, three lovely daughters, a swimming pool, two car garage, everything but a white picket fence. I had a marriage that wasn't very happy or fulfilling for either of us, but we stayed together,always hoping it would get better.

Only 38 years old, I had accomplished quite a lot, but I began to wonder what life was "really " all about. I knew it had to be about more than a two car garage and a picket fence, (which I didn't have). I also began to sense I should be spending more time reading and enjoying life, which for me was extremely hard to do. I always had to be doing something, to be physically active, reading seemed like a total waste of time.I soon discovered one should never ignore the urgings of the soul, if ignored, they will manifest in some way that is not as pleasant as if one had paid heed and been more attentive.

A Bashful Country Boy goes on Walkabout.A Walkabout refers to a rite of passage during which male Australian Aborigines would undergo a journey during adolescence and live in the outback for a period as long as six months.In this practice they would trace the paths, or song paths, that their ancestors took, and imitate, in a fashion, their heroic deeds.Merriam-Webster, however, identifies the noun as a 1908 coinage referring to "a short period of wandering bush life engaged in by an Australian Aborigine as an occasional interruption of regular work", with the only mention of "spiritual journey" coming in a usage example from a latter-day travel writer.To white employers, this urge to depart without notice(and reappear just as suddenly) was seen as something inherent in the Aboriginal nature, but the reasons may be more mundane: workers who wanted or needed to attend a ceremony or visit relatives did not accept employers' control over such matters (especially since permission was generally hard to get).They must have had an extreme desire for freedom, going on walkabout surpassed everything else in importance.In the modern day, many people are going on their own walkabout, discovering why they exist and in the process, finding their true relationship to their God and it’s creation.

At this period of time in the history of man, there is probably more individual searching being done into the theories behind the origin of the human race,what happens after death, the possibility of life on other planets, and what our relationship is to these life forms, if they do exist.There are millions of people who are questioning the existence of God, who he really is, and what is my relationship with him? Is he someone who mysteriously floats around on a cloud watching and judging us from above like some bigger than life Santa Claus, or is he, like many of the esoteric sciences claim, a part of our inner Self, whom we have constant contact with, someone whom we and everything in the universe are connected and are thus one? Each of us in our own way is experiencing what God is, and thus we are each a part of God, thus we are God!This book is a brief account of my search for my own truth as I know it today, although, many times the people with me seemed to experience nothing or a totally different reality. Everything stated actually happened, according to my own perception.It has been an exciting search, at times very frustrating, very rewarding, and above all, fulfilling.My main purpose in writing this book is to show that anyone, even a bashful unfamous country boy can have these awakenings. You don’t have to be wealthy or well-known to find your connection to Divine Source.